That inability to handle it was a combination of guilt, exhaustion from the ravaging at the hands of the very potent Thakur and of the mental preoccup...tion with that other man. The only other place was to engage in household chores even though she didn't want to encounter Maaji (The Thakurain, the Thakur's wife) right after having been wild, fucking her Babuji (the Thakurain's husband). Some of the housework did allow her the benefit of keeping her eyes on the task at hand and her head down. “Nobody wants me, Jayah Didi doesn’t want me,” she said this while leaving the village many years ago. She repeated the same words now while sitting on the bus.–When she said this out loud the bus conductor got alerted. Seeing Champa not react until now that creepy man did a lot with her. First, he told her daughter to go sleep in the backseat comfortably which had become empty by then.He took a seat behind Champa. He leaned forward and started patting her boob from below, one at a time. He. The adrenaline rush from escaping had faded, and the aching need for sex was filling that void."Lulu turned and looked out the window, her eyes far away. "I saw a diner ... the Chrystal Diner. Being a diner waitress, it seemed a good place to stop and catch my breath, so to speak. Something familiar." She laughed without humor. "I should have known better, of course."Annabelle raised an eyebrow. "A diner is bad?" Not in the traditional sense, no," said Lulu, "but I had worked in a diner for. Apparently he checked out my file and discovered my management background and qualifications. I didn't know it at the time but he began to sound me out for a move into PMT management. It was during that process that we became good friends if not best mates. Tim, a quite young looking chap, was in his early thirties and was second in command of the whole Traffic Department, not the junior that I'd taken him for.Six months after I joined PMT I started part time in the Stoke Traffic Office, doing.